OH GOD. OH GOD. OHGOD.What was she thinking opening her mouth? She’d been so close. So close to the kind of pleasure she’d only read about. Instead, Emerson was frozen like a statue between her legs. She was afraid if she didn’t do something right away, he’d do the unthinkable and put his shirt back on and leave again. Covering his chest would be bad enough—the man was seriously ripped. Missing out on the orgasm and finally kissing her virginity good-bye would be tragic.
“Please don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop. I just thought you ought to know. Information is power and ...” She let her words trail off before she started to babble. With his broad shoulders in the way, she couldn’t even close her legs.
“Sophie.” This time Emerson’s expression looked pained instead of hungry, and she felt everything she wanted slipping away. “Your first time is supposed to be special. With someone you love.” He looked at her with an expression close enough to pity she wanted to smack him.
“I’m not in love with you, you big wanker.” For a moment, it almost looked as if she had slapped him.
He reeled back, propping himself on one elbow while he gripped his hair with his other hand.
“Listen,” she said, deliberately calming her voice. She was running out of time to get this train back on the track and into the tunnel. She stifled a giggle at her own analogy. “I’m not looking for a great love story, but I’m ready to take this step. I’m beyond ready, and the thing is, sex with youwouldbe special. I know you won’t hurt me, that you’ll take care of me. You’ve been doing it since we met. I just thought this time it might be fun for you as well.”
He paused, and she knew he was thinking, which was at least better than an outright no. Thinking meant there was still a chance.
“Are you absolutely sure, Sophie? I’m going to need to hear you say the words.”
“Yes, I’m sure. Emerson, please have sex with me.” It wasn’t the most elegant way of saying it, but her words seemed to have the desired effect.
Emerson’s lip curved in a rueful smile. “Okay,” he said even as he shook his head. “But I set the pace, and you tell me if you want to stop. I mean it, Sophie. It doesn’t matter if I’m inside you. If you want to stop, everything stops.”
“Deal.”
“Lay back, sweetheart, and give me room to work.”
She collapsed back against the pillows, relief and anticipation making it impossible for her to manage anything else for the moment. And then he pressed his lips, warm and firm, to the inside of her thigh and she knew it would be a long time before she could do anything but feel, anything but take the delicious pleasure Emerson offered.
“First things first,” he said, sounding like a naughty professor. “You shouldn’t settle for a man who’s simply willing to eat your pussy.”
He pressed his thumbs on either side of her mound, spreading her open for him. Vulnerability, anticipation, and his dirty words combined to make her tremble with desire, and not nerves.
“Any lover worthy of taking to your bed should relish the opportunity to taste you.” His voice broke, coming out as almost a growl.
He kissed her, his lips covering her clit in an open-mouthed kiss that stole any thought she had and narrowed her world to just him. Emerson’s hands holding her. His mouth driving her wild. His hair tangled in her fingers as she struggled to get closer, to take more.
His name fell from her lips in a chant, both pleading and grateful. Needing more and not sure how her body could survive it. How she could take more of the pleasure he gave her and not break apart with it.
“God, Sophie.” He murmured the words into the juncture of her thigh, his wet lips teasing the tender skin. “The way you respond to me. It’s a fucking gift.”
Cupping her ass, he angled her hips toward him and then he licked into her. She was lost. Heels digging into his shoulders. Her hands gripping his hair. With no thought butmore, more, more, pleaserunning on a loop in her head as he licked and sucked and worshiped her with his mouth.
It was too much. An exquisite torture. She couldn’t take any more and she’d die if he stopped. She whimpered, hips bucking as he anchored her in place with his strong hands, holding her open while he feasted on her. Wrapping his lips around her clit, he drew the bundle of nerves into his mouth. Desire wound tighter with every tug of his lips until her body felt strung tight as a bow, everything taut and hanging on the edge of release.
“Please. Emerson. God. Please.” The words fell like a litany from her lips. A never-ending stream begging him to take her somewhere she’d never been.
Keeping up the delicious onslaught, he slid the tip of his finger inside her. Her body clenched at the invasion, triggering her climax. Stealing her words, her breath, her thoughts until there was nothing left but his name on her lips as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
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EMERSON FELT SOPHIE’Sbody shudder under his mouth, felt the tug of her hands tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer, her thighs on his shoulders holding him to her. He was drowning in the sweet taste of her, rolled by her response to him until the only thing he had room for was her. Her pleas, his name on her lips had done the impossible. She’d cleared his head, driven out every thought, every worry, every single responsibility until there was nothing left but her. What had started out as a bit of playful fun had morphed into so much more and all he could think about was getting inside her. Claiming her. Holding her.God, loving her.
He pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh, too overwhelmed to trust himself to speak. Her hands slid from his hair to his shoulders, slender fingers stroking across his skin.
“I want to touch you.” Her voice was breathy, and he loved that he was the one who made her sound like that. “Come up here. Please.”
Thepleaseundid him. Not that he thought he could deny her anything. Not when she was laid open, so responsive, so willing, so vulnerable to him. Pressing kisses over her flushed skin, he worked his way up her body not stopping until they were face-to-face and he could see her beautiful eyes.
“You have too many clothes on.” She cupped his cheek with her hand, and he turned in to her touch, pressing a kiss to the center of her palm. “Take them off.”
“One orgasm and you’ve gone all demanding on me.” He needed the humor as a buffer to the feelings he wasn’t comfortable having. For as vulnerable as Sophie was to him, he felt more vulnerable to her. She had no idea.
